Charred ReturnsYou fake me into believingBeneath that cracked chestIs a beautiful, loving heartBut every time you speakI can see inside, past words,And all that's there areCharred remains.Yet cry, bawl, blubber and begBut forgiveness will never comeNo matter whose fault it may beTrick and foster me into you,But try as you might, if even,There is always that heartTo cool and return.
If Only You Said It...Oh, here lie this man of waitWhose heart, broken by love,Yearns for the secret in wordsTo solve the mystery of the wise.This we know, for upon his armIs etched a drawing of the utensil;Both what cut and the weaponOf the thief who cried drying silverInto the heart of the not-so-wise one.
The Song of RevelationFalling metal sheens,Chilling glints of fright -Experience the free fallAs Heaven turns toSatan's pandemoniumGlare on and burnAs the blood-red monstrosityShreds your soul to ashesThrough the mirrorous imagesOf this beloved chaos
Our True LullabyWe're all born beautiful,And it involves a choiceTo decide how it lasts;And so take my apologyThat my cold, numb handsAnd drying, sweet tearsCannot heal your wounds.Please don't think of blame,But it was all your choiceTo destroy such pale beauty;Although I'll always be hereTo replenish your thoughts,For despite your skin is redYour mind is still a dream.
Time's EndIf time were beloved,I'd placed my heartAnd work for the chance. But the flow of secondsHas proven its harm,And my refusal to recall. Yet to dream, we must.For there are fearsTo be accepted in this time. Although it's she onlyWho reminds me,And causes this desire For time's end.
Without PurposeYou're pushing meTo the pointWhere I'd ratherBe bullied -Because the trashI am thenAt least has a name.
The 'S' Word Once MoreThe food I eat is tasteless,More tablets fall into my hand,& my scar collection in growing;I'm losing interestIn so many thingsI had loved...I'd question what,But it's ritual now -And so I'll beg "why?"Before I drown myselfIn bedtime tears.